St. Francis Blesses the Cotton Balls

Sometimes meaningful articles just get lost in the shuffle of medicines, flower vases, and clutter. Our dining table has not been used for eating in a few years, and it is full of remedies, medicines, rubbing ointments, mail. I happened to notice St. Francis got stuck in the middle of the mess, and the sun caught him blessing the cotton balls.

Seemed like a heavenly thing to do, almost cloudlike. When I came around to shoot the photo, I noticed Mom's face in the background, with light catching her face from the outside.